Ryu

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Ryu opened his eyes to the dark and gloomy forest, illuminated only by the occasional twinkle of the stars above and the rotting scent of glowshrooms. He heaved himself up to take everything in, realizing he had no memory or recollection of his past. Yet, for some strange reason, he could recall his name.

The shadow of a slender dragon leaped in and out of his view at alarming speeds. Wary of an attack, Ryu crouched low and took a defensive stance. They landed silently in front of him and hissed a greeting. He squinted at the Mirror as it walked out of the dark. "Who are you?" he asks in a croaking voice.

The female Mirror smirked, hints of disappointment in her beady eyes. "Madrak. A survivor in this mess that you created." She snarled at him while gesturing around the area. Only then did Ryu notice the charred dragon bones half buried and spread across the dirt. The putrid smell of decay didn't come from the glowshrooms, he realized. It came from the rotting corpses of dragon limbs where fungus had grown to eat away the flesh.

Startled, Ryu tried to flee the area, but crashed headfirst into an invisible barrier. Behind him he could hear the purple Mirror cackling. "You can't leave here until you pay your debt to what you've done." A brief moment of silence passed as Ryu tried to interpret what she had said, turning back to meet her shadowy gaze. He started getting dizzy, the shrooms becoming blurs of lights and lights turning into bright streaks like the headlights of cars racing past him. With all his remaining strength left he managed to muster out one question, "What happened here?"

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A war cry of Shadow dragons echoed in the vast blue sky above the forest. A powerful gust of wind blew away the dead leaves as Ryu landed onto the black soil. Coated in shining blue armor, he bellowed out to the rogues' leader who was peering down below. "Come down here and fight me yourself, you rat!"
The ridgeback smiled an ugly smile that squinted her purple eyes. When she spoke, it was as bad as dragon talons scraping across an arcanist’s whiteboard of endless research.